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Impossible is not a fact. It's a dare.

Challenge Accepted

Want to know who you are at your core? Write a fiction book. Better yet, write several.

A little over two years ago, I sat down at my computer and wrote 100,000 words or more about a woman named Cera Kennedy. Cera decided when she was six years old that she wanted to be a Navy SEAL. And that dream consumed her. She was ten before anyone told her she couldn’t because she was “just a girl.”

She could have accepted that. She could have given up that dream and lived a life of mediocrity while waiting to die. After all it was grown ups telling her she couldn’t do it and they are always right. Right? She didn’t, though. Instead Cera listened to the reasons people gave for why she couldn’t be a SEAL, and then systematically went about proving every single one of them wrong.

She listened, but she didn’t accept. She trusted her own internal guidance.

Her older brother, Will, was with her the day she found out she couldn’t be a SEAL. Watching his sister’s dream die in front of him marked him in a profound way. That day, he saw the inequality that his little sister would deal with the rest of her life. At twelve, he didn’t understand it any more than she did, and resolved to help her in any way possible.

Cera wasn’t afraid to get dirty, get hurt or do the work either. When people said she couldn’t, she made damn sure she did, and she didn’t go by half measures either. When someone told her girls couldn’t do pull ups, that same day she resolved to break a world record and not by a little bit either. Then she got to work training for it.

She was in it for the long haul and had a single minded focus that inspired some and terrified others. If she couldn’t find a way around the problem, she’d go through the middle of it and to hell with the consequence. Her motto became, “Just because I can’t today, doesn’t mean I can’t tomorrow.”

Cera’s strength of focus and dedication to her purpose inspired me. She embodied the soul of a world changer and even if she never accomplished what she wanted, she’d at least cut a path for those coming behind her. She was willing to sacrifice herself for the good of humanity as any warrior would.

I found myself making decisions based on what Cera would do, and Cera would do the work. No matter how painful, she’d keep moving forward until she got what she was after or died trying. That’s why I began my emotional journey to healing. That’s why I am the woman I am today.

My next book was about a young girl named Amanda Landragan. Amanda carries just as much resolve as Cera does, but they are very different women in very different circumstances. Amanda is the victim of sexual assault perpetrated by her father after her mother’s death. At 12 she ran away from him only to have the police bring her back. She made another attempt to escape and men her father hired, dragged her back. The third time, she didn’t mess around. She burned down the house and managed to make it half way around the world before anyone figured out she didn’t die in the inferno.

Amanda has the ability to manifest money into her existence. Poker is her game of choice and she’s damn good at it. It’s how she survived as a teen girl on the streets of a foreign country. One quote from the book, “I heard you went to Monaco.” “Yeah, when I got there, they had more money than sense. Now, . . . Well, now they have more sense than money.”

I realized a while ago that Cera and Amanda are both aspects of me. Those personalities were buried inside, hidden from the world and myself for a long time. Through Spirit/God/Source guidance I created those alternate personalities in order to bring that part of me to the surface. And it worked.

Cera has gotten what she wanted. She’s completed her mission and is stepping down. Now it’s time to let Amanda play.

My flight has a 5 hour layover in Las Vegas and I love a challenge. So Tuesday, I’m going to find out how much money I can win in two hours while playing Black Jack. I’m shooting for 35 million. Go big or go home right?

Namaste

Break away from what you were. Become what you are meant to be.

All That I Am

Yesterday sucked. It sucked on an epic scale.

It started with me waking up with anxiety. But I’ve been dealing with anxiety for years now and have managed to get a handle on it. Step one, eat something. Step two, meditate. Step three, do yoga or go for a walk. If that doesn’t work, try step four. Take a bath with lavender oil and sea salt. If that still doesn’t work, go back to bed, and before going to sleep, resolve to wake up in a better place mentally. I rarely have to go past step two anymore, but it was rough yesterday.

I went through steps one and two without relief. I had a bit of a headache that got worse with activity, so I opted for the bath instead of yoga. The headache was being caused by tension in my shoulders and neck, so the bath sounded awesome.

That helped some, but didn’t relieve the issue completely. I decided to repeat step two to find out what was making me tense.

Turns out, the anxiety was a result of not knowing what to do next. I’m all about taking the next step and keeping my eye on my objective. If I encounter an obstacle, I assess the situation, decide on a new plan, and take the next logical step. I keep going until I hit another obstacle, and repeat the assess-adapt-move forward process until I get where I’m going. It is that adapt-on-the-fly mindset that has gotten me through life and helped me excel at disaster response and crisis situations.

There I was, feeling anxious because I had three days to be out of the apartment. I didn’t know where I was going, when I was leaving, or even how much I could take. I didn’t even know for sure how I would be traveling. I couldn’t plan. I was dead in the water, and it was freaking me out.

That damn countdown clock that I’d created was there tick, tick, ticking away and every time it ticked, it ratcheted up my fear. What do I do? The answer came to me. Clean out your closet.

Okay, that was something constructive and forward moving. It needed to be done no matter where I was going. So I got up and started tossing things in boxes. Take, donate, toss. Take, donate, toss. I’ve been loosing weight lately, and the majority of my clothes were not fitting very well. Most ended up in the donate/toss boxes. When I got done, I had three or four shirts, three pairs of pants, some unmentionables, and socks.

The day before, I’d bought a suitcase and as I surveyed my small pile I realized it was too big for the little I kept. I started thinking of things that I could take with me to fill the space. But Spirit was saying take less, not more. I’d have to take the bag back and get a carry-on size, but in the mean time, my headache was getting worse and I didn’t want to leave the house.

I sat down to my card table that I use for card readings and started pulling cards. I couldn’t really focus because of the tension and the headache, but I remember looking down and knowing I’d have to leave the cards. I would need to leave everything. Okay, I could adapt to that. Most things could be easily replaced, but there were two objects in my life that can never be replaced, and they are my teddy bears.

Those bears have been with me longer than any person ever has. I got my panda bear from my Mom on my 21st birthday. The other bear came into my world through the birth of my niece. I’d had both of them for decades and slept with them every night. They have been the most constant companions and comfort givers I’ve ever had in my life.

But Sprit/God/Source was telling me I’d have to give them up. That knowledge took me to my knees. I might as well have lost my mother again, it was that intense. The only good thing about it, they were there to comfort me through the grief.

The crying worsened the headache to migraine status and even as I asked if I could take another nap with the bears, I knew the answer was no. I started planning who I would give them to so they would be protected even if I wasn’t able to be there with them. I asked for help in letting them go, and immediately my phone rang. Seriously, it was two seconds later, and I got up and checked it, but it was a number I didn’t know.

I glanced out the window and saw a drip from the chair on the balcony. It looked like a tear drop and it sparked another knowing. My favorite vlogger is currently on a TV show called Naked and Afraid and the similarity between what he is going through and what I’m doing is pretty clear. I will have to let go of everything to make this transformation, to make the jump into my happier future.

No wonder people don’t do this. It’s freaking terrifying.

I noticed one of the battery powered candles on the mantel was lit. The one I have next to my mother’s photo turns on sometimes without my help. She was letting me know she wanted to talk, so I sat down to meditate.

The next reveal was easier somehow. Release all that you have been and all that you are. Compared to letting go of my teddy bears, letting go of me was easy. When I came out of that meditation the migraine was raging, but I felt like I could sleep. I climbed into bed, cuddling the bears for what I knew would be one of the last times before I sent them to their new home. A heating pad and a guided meditation got the headache under control enough for me to sleep.

When I got up a couple hours later, I was weak as a kitten and unsteady. I still had a bit of the headache so I posted on Facebook that I needed some Reiki. Several people responded and within the hour I was feeling well enough to get out. I had to take back that huge suitcase, as well as get my driver’s license renewed.

As I returned home, I got another Spirit message. I didn’t need to part from the bears permanently. They could go with me. Releasing them was a step in releasing the old me. I had to go through that process to make way for the new me. True friends, whether they be flesh and blood or fabric and stuffing, are hard to replace and I was glad to know they were joining me on this journey.

A few hours later, Spirit/God/Source let me know my next step. I booked a flight to Portland, Oregon, and the only things I’m taking with me are a couple changes of clothes, my camera and my teddy bears.

Time to lift off: 1 day, 10 hours and 10 minutes.

Blessed be.

Make the ordinary extraordinary.

The Gift of Contrast

I keep thinking that this adventure will start when I walk out of this apartment for the last time. But that isn’t right. This adventure began years, and maybe even decades ago. This is just the newest chapter in the story.

Yesterday’s chapter was one of immense joy, disappointment, friendship, generosity, fear and adaptation, all packed into less than 24 hours. This emotional roller coaster is a doozy. There were so many changes and things going on yesterday that I feel like it should have some commentator doing a play-by-play analysis.

First, spirit decided to reveal a pretty amazing potential future, one I believed I would have no chance of experiencing. That brought on the waterworks, but I had things to do. I got myself together enough to take my car in to get serviced before I took off on my 3000 mile road trip to my dream land.

They say that when humans make plans, God laughs and laughs, and I must have had him rolling. I can picture him nudging Archangel Michael and saying, “Watch this,” as he giggled to himself. The car, as determined by the mechanics at the bidding of God, is unsafe to drive anywhere, much less on a 3000 mile road trip across mountains in the winter. It is fixable, but not in the time and financial frame I have available to me.

Long story short, I’m not taking my car or my road trip. Apparently, that was not in alignment with what I’ve opened myself up to receive and I needed to drop it and my years-in-the-making plan. At this point, I know I’m still going. That is all I know. I’m just waiting for God to get over his amusement and reveal the next step.

In the mean time, I’ve been saying goodbye to a lot of people. Last night was my last night at work. Between the words of encouragement, financial gifts and the amazing willingness for a friend to solve a large portion of my problems, I got the most valuable gift I have ever received.

I got a hug.

Oh, but it wasn’t just any hug, it was the hug. The one who’s feeling I will compare other hugs to for the rest of my life. It was a hug from a young woman with a wide open heart chakra who genuinely cared about me. When she wrapped her arms around me, I knew that was the way a hug should feel. It felt like pure Source love.

I’ve never felt that in a hug before. Most people have experienced so much trauma that they shut down in self defense. Some of the people I hugged yesterday were like hugging a warm manikin, they cared about me, but they couldn’t let that out for fear of being hurt. So in the future, I will be looking for the feeling of that hug from the people I allow into my life. I also genuinely hope I can provide that feeling to others for their own comparison, to show them what a hug should feel like, to teach them how love really feels.

Ariana, if you are reading this, you are truly an amazing woman. Thank you for the best gift I’ve ever gotten and for just being your sweet sparkly self. Keep hugging people. There is magic in you, girl.

I wish you and everyone reading this love. Lots and lots of love.

I am not the person I was yesterday. Tomorrow, I will not be the person I am today. I wonder how I will be better tomorrow? Katherine Parker notcrazyjustnutZ.com

Finding Freedom

Monday, February 20th, one day after my forty-forth birthday, I was told, “You have 7 days to vacate the condo.”

Once I got over the shock of being kicked out of my home, I realized it was probably the best birthday gift I have ever received. I swear I feel like Dobby in Harry Potter when he got the sock. “I’m free? I’m free!”

That analogy isn’t far from the truth. I have a small spot on my left wrist that is a slightly darker pigmentation. It is just below my thumb where the bone of my wrist protrudes a bit. The edges are squared off on opposite sides and it’s about an inch square. It is exactly where my watchband used to rest and in fact I used to think it was caused by a watchband. I realize now it is a past life carry over from a life of slavery. It is the mark left where a handcuff or shackle rubbed my wrist raw. I chose to carry the scar into this life as a reminder of my purpose here, breaking free of that karmic bondage and the slave mentality.

Realizations like that are almost funny sometimes. Suddenly, patterns within my life snap into focus. I see clearly how being a slave set up the dynamics and decision making processes in this life. It’s why I refer to some of my former employers as “corporate slave camps”. It’s why no matter how miserable I was in a job, I didn’t feel like I could quit. I had to be freed. Seriously, I used to refer to being fired as “being freed.”

So now that I’ve gotten that freedom, what do I do with it? In the past, I’ve never known what to do and always ended up back in bondage, usually in some corporate slave camp. But this time, I know.

This time, instead of signing up as someone’s slave, I will be finding my joy. I’ve lived my life of drudgery and fear. It’s time to live a life of happiness and love.

I’ve had in the back of my mind for decades a desire to move to the Pacific Northwest, specifically Washington state. The pull to the Northwest does not have a logical explanation. I’ve never been there. I don’t know anyone, and I’ve never known anyone from there. I have, as you may have read in previous blog entries, been actively working toward getting there for about 3 years, but things just didn’t gel. I understand why, now. That joy is in Washington. I had to break the karmic tether to the past before I would be free to live my life of joy.

The sudden clarity, is so overwhelming to me, I find myself crying . . . a lot. Where before I could not fathom a life of abundance and love, now I can. I can feel that. I think this is what Abraham Hicks is talking about when they refer to the “vortex”. When I step into it mentally, it feels more like a bubble. A vortex to me is a tornado, and tornadoes are not happy places to be.

It really is the feeling. I’ll think about the loving, supportive man I’ll meet and marry and can feel what it feels like to have him there. I can sense his energy so clearly, and the kindness and love are so overwhelming that I start crying. I picture the trips we’re going to take together, and I cry. I picture the nights of just cuddling on the couch, and I cry. The contrast is so stark from what I’ve had to what I will have that it just keeps overwhelming the system, and I have to release that in the form of tears.

I’m going to live my happy ending in Washington and I leave in t-minus 4 days, 1 hour, 41 minutes and 18 seconds. LOL.

I planned my trip years ago. I know the route I’ll take and what I want to see along the way. It isn’t going to be a hurried thing either. I don’t have anyone expecting me and I’m going to take my time to experience the country between here and there and to adjust to my new found freedom. Along the way I will be sloughing that old slave mind and the old me . . . and I’m crying again. LOL

There will be moments when the fear steps in, I’ll be dealing with that for years. It pops up almost every morning right now. Do I have enough money? Will my car make it? What if the snow socks me in along the way? What will I do once I get there? Where will I live? How will I pay for it?

I don’t know the answer to any of those questions and you know what? That’s okay. Because I get those views into my new life often enough to keep me on my path. I don’t need to see the details, I just need to keep moving toward the end objective, that man and those cuddles. Everything else will work itself out and it will always be in my favor, because that is how the Universe works if you let it.

If you’d like to read about what lead up to this transformation, click the “Start Here” button in the menu.

May blessings be upon you.

Did you drop anchor in a good spot or just a convenient one?

Home Is…

Yesterday’s post, Solving Homelessness, got me thinking about the definition of the word home. So I looked it up on Google.

Home: the place where one lives permanently, especially as a member of a family or household.

synonym: residence, place of residence, house, apartment, flat, bungalow, cottage; accommodations, property, quarters, rooms, lodgings; a roof over one’s head; address, place; informal: pad, digs; hearth, nest; formal: domicile, abode, dwelling, dwelling place, habitation

Most people in America would say a home is either a house or apartment. At least the people that didn’t spout off with “home is where the heart is.”

The synonym “accommodations” seems to fit my definition of home better. After all, a person living in a tent has a home, but by today’s standard would be considered homeless. Why?

Because most people anchor themselves. They need to be anchored to feel safe, but if they anchor themselves they don’t go anywhere just like a ship at anchor.

I’ve been reading the blogs of people who live in RVs, campers, and tiny homes and came across a blogger today who has lived in a camper van for 12 years. This is a choice he intentionally made and one that works for him. He likes it so much that he encourages others to join him and offers suggestions on how to make the leap from house/apartment dwelling to living in a vehicle. You can check out his blog here.

When I started telling my friends about creating The Wander Away, there were varying responses. One person said, “So you want to be homeless?” Since he has been living in a travel trailer for years now, I challenged his definition of homeless. He has a travel trailer, but he parked it in a semi-permanent manner. That was his choice. Our living arrangements would be similar, but he needs to be anchored. I don’t.

I told another friend and his response was, “You’re gonna be a gypsy?”

I hadn’t thought about it that way, but I guess I would fit the stereotype. I even read palms and tarot cards and know how to change the color of horses so I can conceal that it’s a stolen horse. These are all things the stereotypical gypsy was accused of, so I guess the title would fit.

Another friend immediately told me it was expensive, but he hasn’t done research like I have. I’m paying over five hundred dollars in rent and utilities. Expenses that would cease to exist when I move into The Wander Away. The blogger I mentioned above said he actually spends less in gas every month than he did when he had a house.

The reason? He doesn’t have a daily commute of forty miles. He travels for fifty miles or so and stays for a week or more. Then he moves on again. As a result, he has no where near the gas consumption he used to.

He also saves on utilities by installing solar power and following the ideal temperatures as the season progresses. He works his way south in the fall and wanders back to the north in the spring. He gets to see this beautiful country and stays mostly where it is free for him to stay which cuts down on his living expenses.

Imagine living in a National Park and waking up everyday to that kind of beauty. Imagine spending time in one location long enough to really get a feel for it and the people. One morning at a coffee shop with a coffee klatch will give you the inside scoop on everything you need to do while you are in the area. If you like it, you stay for a while. If you don’t, you move on to the next location.

Sounds like heaven to me, so I guess I am a gypsy, minus the stereotypical horse thievery which I suspect most times they were not guilty of in the first place. What they were guilty of was challenging societal norms. People are not comfortable with nomads, but that is exactly how the earth was populated. It was also how America was founded. People, unhappy with where they were, came here to live. Some of those people found their spot. Others are still looking for it.

Challenging societal norms seems to be my lot in life. I’ve been doing it since I was a kid and I think I’ll keep doing it until people wake up and accept that societal norms are not healthy nor one-size-fits-all. Some people just don’t fit nor do they want to live in a societally accepted box. Because let’s face it, that is what a house or apartment is. A box.

Maybe the people that said, “Home is where the heart is,” were on to something. Maybe instead of sticking people in boxes, we need to be asking “homeless” people what their definition of home is and then make that definition acceptable and possible.

My friend’s desire to end homelessness might be possible if we accept that people have different definitions of home.

How would you define home? Let me know on my Facebook page.

Never let fear take your dreams from you.

Scared Spitless

Right now I am right smack in the middle of scared spitless.

The reason? I found a vehicle that I think could be The Wander Away. It isn’t a camper trailer, I decided my car just won’t pull what I need. What I found is a 1978 Econo-line box truck with what appears to be low miles considering the age. The truck or van, whichever you want to call it, is in my price range, though I will have to clean out my bank account to get it.

Picture of the van/truck.

A clean slate. I already have the outside decorated in my head.

Inside of the truck box.

Lots of space and again, a clean slate. This will be fun.

The good part is, once I have it, I can sell my car and recoup a large chunk of what I’m going to spend on the truck. The car won’t be the only thing I off load. Most of the things I have in my apartment will be going as well. I will keep just enough to equip the truck and make it livable in the short term while I raise the funds to finish the conversion.

The adventure chick is me is grinning from ear to ear and pumped up on adrenaline. I like adrenaline. It’s some good shit.

The caveman part of my brain is screaming, “NOOOOOOO!”

Apparently my caveman brain parts, known as Ug and Grunt, are not comfortable with the idea of giving up a perfectly good and pretty cheap apartment for an adventure into the unknown. Ug and Grunt don’t like the unknown and tend to be pretty spineless when it comes to adventure.

I know I’m going to buy the truck. I’ve already made the decision. The hard part is getting Ug and Grunt to quiet down long enough to listen to logic.

1. No rent or utilities.
2. Move where I want, when I want, and stay as long as I want.
3. Living my dream.
4. The ability to see amazing parts of this country and eventually other countries.
5. Be able to work on my writing and photography full time.
6. Low stress.
7. High potential adventure.
8. Engineering challenge of the conversion.
9. Inspiring people along the way.
10. Being where The Divine wants me when I’m supposed to be.

Number ten is of course the most important one, but the rest are pretty amazing.

Ug and Grunt are shaking their heads, but I think they are coming around. The idea that I would never have to worry about being homeless is getting through. Figuring out if I’m going to have enough money for rent every month gets them upset. With the truck, I can be a turtle and drag my home around with me.

I wonder if I can find a cat that would like to travel with me? I’ve seen truckers with cats sleeping on their dashboard. There must be more adventure kitties out there. Maybe one will want to join me.

Somehow, the thought of an adventure kitty joining me has placated Ug and Grunt.

So, while part of me is still terrified, the rest of me is yelling, “Oh, hell yeah! Let the adventure begin!”

Focus on your dreams to make them your reality.

Fund the Dream


I’ve been doing some focused meditation lately. My biggest concern right now is how to fund my initial wander. As with anything, start up is pricey, but once I have that taken care of, I can pretty much coast from there. I won’t need much once I’m on the road. My overhead will be little more than vehicle maintenance, gas, and food, but I still need some kind of money coming in to buy those things. Something that doesn’t interfere with all my other plans and needs.

Yesterday, I focused on how to make money doing what I want to do with the things I already have. Like a good little Google Girl, I turned to the internet and entered, “How can I sell my art?”

A YouTube video popped up about selling at art fairs. I’ve done fairs and booths before, but they are problematic. First, I can’t handle summer heat and most of the craft and art fairs are held during the melt-your-face-off time of the year.

Face melting is a major deterrent, and they have other problems. Finding out when and where they are, paying a booth fee, creating the display, doing the set up by myself, tearing down alone when I’m exhausted, and not selling anything because everyone is there to look, not buy. These issues do not make art fairs fun.

Also, I’m planning on living in a ten by six foot box. Where would I keep my stock and supplies?

I watched the video for about three minutes and started looking for something else. The Divine provided it in the form of the next link I clicked.

It was a YouTube video about how an artist can be prosperous by The Abundant Artist. It was exactly what I needed and it didn’t just tell people that it was possible. In under an hour, they explained exactly how to do it in simple steps and better yet, most of the steps I had already completed.

Step one was to create awesome art. I’d like to think my pictures are awesome and I’ve gotten compliments from people I wouldn’t have expected to be into my stuff, so I checked that one off.

Step two and three was to create a website and a blog. You’re reading it so, done and done.

Step four was to get an email list started, one people can request to be added to. That is something I haven’t done, but they told me how.

Step five was to set up an online gallery. This step I’ve tried to do a couple times, but nothing was working for me. Over the past weeks, I spent day’s working on my website gallery and I just couldn’t figure it out. I knew there was a reason for that. It is how the Divine tells me I’m on the wrong path. So, I set my ideas aside hoping for some kind of guidance.

It came in the form of Michelle, in the video, mentioning a website called FineArtAmerica.com. I was familiar with that site. Years ago I came across it and liked the way it was set up.

I did a little more digging and found that FineArtAmerica.com was exactly what I wanted. They print on demand, and will custom frame and ship the art directly to the purchaser. They also print greeting cards, throw pillows, duvets, tote bags and cell phone covers.

The Universe makes things easy when you’re on the right path. I noticed FineArtAmerica.com had a short code to plug into my page. Poof, and my shop is done.

Now that I have managed to create my gallery, I’d like to invite you to wander through it. I will be uploading pictures over the next few days and my stock will expand greatly as I travel. Every purchase of my images, goes to funding my dream. So please, feel free to look around and I hope you see something you just have to buy.

Just out of curiosity, how many days away is Christmas?

Everyone grows at a different rate. Accept yours.

Wander Away


My life plan has taken a couple turns in the past few days. I know now that the job in Washington state is neither mine, nor what I really want. The Universe has made that clear. I understand that it was a catalyst to get me thinking about moving, getting out of this rut where I’ve been stuck.

That job listing started the thought process that will change my life and I hope yours as well. You see, my new plan is to live full time in the Wander Away traveling, writing, meeting people, and taking pictures. I have a few ideas about how I can fund this. One will be through writing and I think another will be speaking and teaching others how to do what I’m going to be doing. Both things I’m not only good at, but I also like.

I spent all day yesterday thinking about my little camper. I’m calling it The Wander Away. The engineering of it just plain wore me out. Anyone who thinks that thinking is easy has never done it. A hard day thinking can be just as exhausting as a hard day working.

My challenge is with the floor layout. I’m working with sixty square feet, but I have two wheel wells that are about 30 inches by a little over a foot. These will pop up twelve inches and I’m trying to figure out how to get a twin size bed into a six by ten foot space as well as a tiny galley, clothing and supply storage, and a toilet of some sort.

Image of a hand drawing for the floor layout of the Wander Away.

This is what I’m working with. One square equals three inches.

To complicate things, the interior walls at their highest are only going to be a little less than four feet tall and will be a tad shorter in front. Weight distribution has also crossed my mind. I don’t want one side of the trailer heavier than the other.

Side view showing the profile of the Wander Away.

Side view. End result will vary.

I have the whole thing taped out on my floor and am using that to visualize what I need. Nothing will be single purpose. That just isn’t practical when you plan on living long term in sixty square feet.

I had thought to create a Murphy bed to free up floor space during the day, but I think the wall height might prohibit that. So, if that doesn’t work, what I could do, is create two foam panels on hinged trays. These will allow the tray closest to the wall to go upright and create a sofa. The space under it would be taken up with the wheel well and storage.

To combat the low ceiling, I’m going to have a rolling stool that will save my knees and work as a foot stool when I’m sitting on my nifty sofa.

The Wander Away's tentative floor plan.

Still a work in progress. Galley design is next.

On the opposite side, I will have my closet and some storage as well as a camp toilet. To save weight I’m going to build the shelves out of one by two lumber and use plastic or fabric bins for drawers. The whole thing would be modular and removable without much hassle. Another advantage to this type of shelving, is the fact that light can get through so I can see what is in the cubby and if I don’t like the look I can always wrap it with a pretty fabric.

The whole point to this is that I am designing everything around exactly what I need and how I live. Everything from the size of the bed to the location of a shelf will be exactly what I need and nothing more.

I don’t know if the ideas I have today will be in the end result, the Divine will let me know when its the right time. After all, there may be something even better that I would never think about without the right trigger.

So, for now I think, plan, and dream of wandering away.

Please share or pin this post so my dream can happen. It’s just a click, but that click could change the way someone looks at their world.

Thank you and God bless.